holy crapola.....how could a driver like that ever drive in normal traffic?
So, as I was watching that amazing vid, it came to me this subtle backstory that was happening right before our eyes.
Mr. George Bridgestone and his wife Sarah have been proud premium 275/20's and 265/20's Bridgestone tires their entire lives. Knowing their destiny was for some luxury soccer-mom SUV or CEO Executive limousine. Their parents before them were proudly mounted on the Lincoln's and Cadillac's of yesteryear.
Their son Billy after watching too many YouTube videos and seeing hot chicks on Instagram, decided that his destiny was to end up with a Drifter. The glamour, the paparrazi...all so seductive.
Billy's parents pleaded with him that the life of the Drifter tire is only good for one time, not the 5 years and 50,000 miles that their luxury car mates offered them.
No, Billy said...that sounded too boring. He wanted rock and roll, he wanted pistons screaming for blood, he wanted his skin to be ripped right off him as he was able to move the driver through ridiculous tight turns and stunts.
Billy's parents grounded him by hiding him in the back of the tire warehouse but even then the professional driver found Billy.
Billy found his way on to the race car and from the very first burnout the exhilaration was everything his destiny called for. How long could he last? Could he go the distance without a blowout? The story of his one and only ride would live on in infamy! The drive went perfectly and Billy still had some thread left afterwards. Could he make it back to the shop and be retired?
But, alas, no...some kid from Central America bought Billy for cheap and mounted him with other BF Goodrich and Goodyear and Toyo tires all on one car. The rims did not match. And, the driver did not know how to drive.
On only his third night out with this kid, the kid had been drinking too many beers at the club trying to impress the chica and he hit a curb and blew up the rim and tire.
Billy's original legacy was long forgotten and now he just ended up in the dump ready to be burned up in a trash pile.
Moral to the story: If the world was perfect, it wouldn’t be.